September 13: Beers in the Driveway

To the definition of unconditional love …

We don’t believe in regular office hours, and we don’t categorize time as intrusive or okay.  We don’t put away leftovers until everyones come through, and we don’t let the door lock too early. We don’t always understand, and we don’t ever see the other side of the story. We don’t tone down the obscurities, and we don’t expect a call in return. We are family because it’s doesn’t make sense how we’re related, and we are family because we would never survive apart. 

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